Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jandek,
The Cowsills,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
Khruangbin,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Crooked Eye,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
Altered Images,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
Ronnie Foster,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Silicon Teens,
Sonic Youth,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
John Foxx,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
The Buckinghams,
The Golliwogs,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.